The Stripy Sausage

The Stripy Sausage
A Short Story
by Random Writer
David Doop was thinking about Reginald Clifford again. Reginald was a down to earth volcano with ginger abs and brunette legs.
David walked over to the window and reflected on his idyllic surroundings. He had always loved crowded Madrid with its long, large lakes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.